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Madison dropped into the chair, put his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. She came a little nearer, and laid her hand lightly on his arm. He made a movement as if to take it, but she withdrew it impatiently. "Come," she said brusquely;...St. Nicholas - Стр. 1881884Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге

...only plan should be — I must return to my regiment." And as the last words were uttered, he placed his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. " Forgive me," said Fanny, trembling from head to foot, but I have so much still to say, — so much...

...possessed. Now, which way, think you, the insult and the injury lie?" Philip groaned aloud, as he leant his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands, while the tears trickled through his fingers. " Poor fellow ! I'm glad to see you cry,'" said my uncle...

...thought you were joking. Is there really a place called Tin Cup ? The name of this town is funny enough, but Tin Cup is funnier." " Oh, yes," replied Mr. McFarland....and so big, she had hard work to keep from crying outrigh^ , She knew only too well what was the matter, it was many months now since she had known that...

...God, it is all true !" and dropping the letter from his grasp as he spoke, Reuben Appersley leaned his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. " All true ! Reuben, Reuben, what is it you mean ?" And as she uttered the words, she laid her hand...

...concern. "It's my duty to tell them," murmured Mr. Eliot. "Poor Jamie — my poor boy!" and he leant his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. " It can't be true," said Maud, turning as white as her gown. " Where's Sandy ? " and she rushed past...

...up a little. Feeling no longer in the humour to read or to do anything, he, in utter weariness, put his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. And as he remained thus, not looking for it, sleep came. Dreaming that the house was on fire and he...

...he gently waved her back. Making his way slowly, and with faltering steps, to a seat, he leaned both his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. Anxiously Madame Grandidier followed his every movement, and she now saw tears streamingf rombetweenhis...

...firmness, and, with tremulous lips and faltering steps, returned to his chair. Seating himself, he leaned his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. "Peter," said he, "you, at least, never thought me capable of this vile deed? You never suspected that...

...abandon him for her. Then this strong-minded man felt his most cherished prejudices giving way. He placed his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands, and remained deep in thought. Presently he arose, locked the door, and went down on his knees and besieged...

...staining the carpet, on the spot where I had so often sat." He wiped his brow again, while Stratton rested his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands, as if to hide from his gaze the scene his friend conjured up from the past. " Malcolm Stratton," continued...